I wanted popcorn, a healthy snack,
except for the butter you absolutely need.
Searching the refrigerator, I found no butter;
The children had scarfed it down with greed.
I wanted popcorn, a salty treat.
I went to the cupboards to get the oil.
Licking my lips, searching,
knowing the taste would be worth the toil.
No oil in the cupboards did I find.
No popcorn left in the empty jar.
I searched high and I searched low.
Popcorn had become a dream from afar.
Ok, I thought, no big deal,
I'll just have a handful of chips.
For those I don't need any butter or oil,
and I don't like those fancy dips.
Looking up high on top of the shelf,
I searched and searched and found
The children had become way too tall.
I may as well have kept them on the ground,
For even though we hid them high
the children had managed to eat
Every single chip in the house.
Now what could I have for a treat?
I thought perhaps this was a sign
from someone wise who always knew
What was best for me it seemed.
I know how to take a clue.
So I entered the fridge once more
on my search for a crunchy treat.
An apple will do me justice, I thought.
A Granny Smith apple, sour-sweet.
Behold the shelf with apples before me,
and wouldn't you just figure it'd be.
All kinds of apples in the whole wide world
except the ones I had bought for me!
Now I sit here wanting a snack
I now know doesn't even exist
In this house full of empty cupboards.
I guess I'll make a shopping list.
� Kathee Tschudy, March 12, 1998.
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